Who am I?

Sometimes I am a warrior, sometimes I am a monk.
Sometimes I am a mustang, sometimes I am a cronk.
Sometimes I love all world, sometimes I hate him.
I am not a saint and not a sinner, I think.
I just an artist, who want to understand this life
And may be some day to see the Light.

All is vanity!

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher and he was right.
We live don't able to see the sky and we call that, our life. Why?
We have sex and we call that, our love. Why?
We have a big house, a big car, a pretty wife, but
We are not happy. Why?
Becouse without God, our life is just vanity of vanities.

Night poem

Night. There are only stars around.
I am alone and I have peace,
And nothing breaks it in my soul.
I am alone, but I feel I am a part of universe.
Everything that I know is part of the world experience.
And all wisdom of the ages belongs to me
In this night.